You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.

Wouldn't have pegged you for a dancer," he spoke to my mind "Funny, I would have pegged you for a stalker," I shot back.

How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.

I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.

What good is a body if I can't have you?

Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.

Hmm?' I looked away, flustered automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up. 'What does 'hmm' have to do with anything? Could you ever use more that five words? All this grunting and minced words make you come across-- primal.' His smile tipped higher. 'Primal.' 'You're impossible.' 'Me Jev, you Nora.' -Nora & Patch (PG 226)